Best Defense

She's Going Crazy

...Sean Danial Warner POV's...

"Yes, how's Joe? All right, don't bother them, just keep an eye out from afar."

My heart is relieved to have just heard from Joe, one of my men who is currently watching Franda. I purposely let her spend time with Mia and Denise just because I didn't want to make her feel restricted. Franda is not the type of woman to be managed, she is an independent and free woman. Watching her silently while she was outside was better than forcing her to sit quietly at home.

Sitting on the sofa in the room, I waited for him while checking some work-related files. Something I wouldn't have done if Franda was here by now. He would glare at me and nag inexhaustibly if I brought the work into the room. I myself have no problem with the rules he made because that way we can spend the night without having to delay.

I sighed then raised my head to look at the clock that was already showing the number twelve over fifty minutes midnight. To be honest I was nervous and worried, but I tried to calm down and believe Franda. After all, there was Joe who kept an eye on her and half an hour ago he said Franda was still at the bar with some girlfriends. I don't know for sure who they are, which is clear two of them are Mia and Denise.

Still in an erratic mood, I galloped out of the room to scoop up the drinking water in the kitchen. All the way to the kitchen I thought of Franda. In my heart I laughed amusedly at the thought of him being so drunk as he used to when I accompanied him to the club. Franda would definitely be so fucked up and crazy. But I don't mind the mess he made because sometimes we need to feel life in a different way.

I stopped in the kitchen and took a glass from the top cabinet and poured water and drank it straight away. Then I stepped back towards the room but my ears faintly caught the sound of people laughing from the entrance and I turned.

My eyes bulged and I gawked at Franda, Mia, and Denise who were laughing while muttering something I could not understand. I thought about what they drank, and how much until they were so upset.

"Panda, why are your faces twofold?" mia asked, Franda laughed while Denise responded.

"Yes, your face is also two, oh, three, no... four? Oh my God, there's too much Mia." Then they laugh at the same time.

I leaned my shoulders against the wall while my smiling eyes and lips watched them. This is the latest version of entertainment for me, seeing three drunk women sitting at the door and saying absurd things.

Denise shook her head a few times and then muttered. "Why is this room spinning?" After that she squeezed and fainted, and soon Mia fell down next to her.

I still had a good laugh once again then moved to bring Mia and Denise first to Mia's room. But when I came back to take Franda to the room, she wasn't there. I turned around, my eyes staring around the living room and the living room, Franda was not there.

"Frandas?" call me as I walk towards the kitchen. I was broken at once.

Franda was sitting in front of an open refrigerator while eating ice cream. His eyes closed while his hands did not stop scooping the ice cream and put it in his mouth. He looks chaotic and adorable. Her hair was messy and her mouth was full of ice cream that melted around her lips.

Not wanting to let her stay longer, I approached her. Take the ice cream out of his hand and put it in the dishwasher. Then I lifted her body while my feet closed the refrigerator door.

I took her to the room smiling at her mouth that kept talking. "Where's my ice cream? Hm. You took my ice cream" she said, piercing my cheek with her index finger.

Franda laughed in my arms. His hand rubbed my cheek. "Sean? You're Sean? My husband?" I looked down at him. Apparently he didn't realize I was the one who brought him.

"Yes, I'm your husband." I replied. Franda immediately kissed my lips greedily. I let her enjoy my lips while I also cleaned the remaining ice cream around her mouth. The smell of alcohol is still smelled but slightly covered by the aroma of ice cream that was eaten.

In the room I laid her down, took off her shoes, and stripped her of her clothes. My feet galloped to the closet to pick up a change of clothes and immediately attached to his body. Franda laughed subtly at me who was pulling the blanket to cover her body.

"You're so handsome, Sean." he muttered. His hand pulled my shirt, until I lay on it. My face that was right in front of her face was immediately targeted by her lips. Franda kissed me while her hand was trying to pull my shirt off.

My hand cupped his face, making him disappointed that I stopped him. I kissed her lips once. "You're drunk, Franda." I said softly and quietly. I couldn't possibly fuck her in such an unconscious state even if I wanted to.

Franda grunting. "I'm not drunk, who says I'm drunk?" He pulled my neck and kissed me again. "I miss you, babe." she continued teasing me by deliberately puffing her chest while her legs wrapped around my hips.

I smile. My eyes rose to her messy hair and smoothed it with my fingers. "Sleep. Tomorrow you won't remember what happened tonight. So, it's free."

With her eyes almost closed she teased me again. "But I want it."

"No." sergeant. "You need to rest."

Franda's mouth frowned, the twists of her legs weakened with her passion that I broke. "You're evil." Suddenly she was crying and her crying slowly tightened. I wanted to persuade her but with a sudden movement she pushed me and shifted to the edge of the bed.

Franda vomit.

I swiftly grabbed her hair with one hand while the other side of my hand massaged her nape. Actually I feel disgusted to see his vomit, but I also can't possibly let it be like that. After she felt calm, I went downstairs to get some drinking water and gave it to her. Franda did not say anything more as she immediately fell asleep.

Before lying down and hugging her, I got out of bed to clean her vomit marks. I didn't expect to do something like this in my life, but I'm grateful that I can at least live a normal life like everyone else.

Seeing my partner's mess, trying to understand and enjoy the process. Loving is not only demanding, but also accepting every circumstance that may not fit your thinking. Alternately serving each other. Treat your partner like he treats you. And I'm happy to do this for Franda.

I allowed Franda to drink not because I didn't love her, quite the opposite. I love her so much. He bears too much burden. I knew that clearly even though he didn't say it. Franda is still in the shadows with her bitter past. The departure of her parents, her heavy childhood, and also her divorce.

Those three things kept haunting him until now, scaring me if one day he couldn't hold it back and making it crumble again. I couldn't imagine it happening to her and I had to keep helping her forget all those unpleasant events.